Dominance

XX.❦ "I can't."

                                                

                                             XX.❦ "I can't."

The silence was thick and getting thicker by the second. They ate in silence, sometimes the sound of the noodles going past their slicky lips creating a slurping sound was heard. Olivia didn't have any appetite, twirled her fork around through the noodles before looking over at Harry, seeing him take another bite before he probably became aware of the two blue eyes staring at him. 

His eyes met hers before he looked down at her plate, frowning as he swallowed his bite. "You need to eat."

        "I am not really hungry." Olivia sighed, staring down at one of her favourites food but never finding any form of saliva that had sunk into her mouth. 

        "You won't be feeling any better if you don't eat." Harry pointed out before placing his empty plate on the table and reaching forward towards the nasi. Before Olivia could protest, Harry an amount of the food onto her plate.

Glaring, Olivia looked at him seeing him look at her. But the smirk couldn't stay hidden as it crept onto his face and Olivia felt the corners of her mouth twitch. "Fuck you." She muttered before continuing with eating.

        "Olivia." As she looked up, she saw Harry looking at her with a deep frown.

        "What?" She asked, innocently.

        "Don't swear, it's immature." Olivia closed her eyes for a few seconds, holding herself back from telling him how fucking retarded it sounded. But then she remembered his hot breath that had fallen into her ear as he was on fire. 

        "You do swear, too." She found the confidence and pulled up one eyebrow, looking up at him to see him raise his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. "During the...you know...s-sex." Another smirk plastered on his face before he pushed his chair backwards and leaned over the table. Olivia watched him coming closer, her body frozen. His hand reached out and placed itself on her cheek, before his finger brushed over the corner of her mouth and he pulled his hand back, sucking on his finger. 

Olivia was once again slightly embarrassed that Harry had removed a piece of food from her face and looked down at her plate. 

        "Sex isn't very immature, is it?" Harry leaned back in his chair and the both finished eating their food. Harry offered her a smoke, and though Olivia didn't want to, her lungs were screaming to be poisoned. 

They stood on the balcony, looking down at the courtyard surrounded by all the other apartments. The snow was slowly fading on some places, the maleficent view starting to grow glum. There was a big distance between the both of them. 

As Harry lit his cigarette, Olivia looked up to the right, seeing the empty balcony where Mr. Styles sometimes stood. She closed her eyes, her head already growing heavy at thinking about the whole situation in which he was situated. 

        "Olivia?" She opened her eyes, seeing Harry hand her a lighter and a cigarette. Her insides were burnt as she took the first inhale and felt herself becoming a little lighter. 

It was quiet for a while as the both of them smoked and were staring into the courtyard. Olivia's head was once again filled with all the question that there were and it frustrated her.

        "There was a shooting affray in York's in Gabrol Field last night, you know." She mumbled, glancing over at him to see him frown.